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"...that's about the current situation."

Cyborg clicked on the tabletop, and the projection in the middle of the round table disappeared.

"Overall, there's nothing wrong with the world. But Gotham's crime rate has dropped by fifty percent recently, Bruce, what the **** have you done?" he asked incredulously.

The blue projection of Batman sitting on the chair was not wearing a uniform, but an ordinary suit, and he replied: "It's nothing, just did a little work."

Wonder Woman rolled her eyes: "Here again, I'm just doing a small job. It's not my fault that Gotham City's crime rate has dropped and employment and enrollment have increased..."

She imitated Bruce's voice and said a bunch of words that made Cyborg laugh. But Batman's disapproving stare dimmed his laughter, and then he sat sullenly.

"Clarke, why do you seem to be in awe?" Batman's projection asked.

"Huh?" Superman asked blankly, awakened from his rumination.

"Yeah, you've been obsessed since the meeting started. What happened? You quarreled with your girlfriend again?" Diana asked with concern, and patted her breastplate at the same time, she didn't care about herself at all sex, shot very hard. Not to mention the sound of the palm and the breastplate contacting, the rippling amplitude is also very amazing.

But everyone in the room ignored this, and Superman sighed, "No, not that... I actually confessed to her."

"what?!"

"You only tell us about such a big thing now?!"

Putting aside the surprise of Wonder Woman and Cyborg for the time being, Batman applauded the old god. He smiled and asked: "How do you feel about the recommended restaurant tonight? I specially let them airlift a batch of fresh ingredients there. You should have a good time tonight."

"Delicious, thank you, Bruce. But there's one thing I can't figure out... uh, Victor, can you sidestep it? This question might short-circuit you."

Cyborg stood up as if he had been humiliated: "I am high-tech, what can short-circuit me! Are you discriminating against robots? And I'm still a black man, even if there is only a little left, so you It's double discrimination!"

No one laughed, and it wasn't just Batman who looked at him disapprovingly this time, but the other two as well. Cyborg sat down and whispered, "What's the matter? Is this joke really bad?"

"Cough," Superman coughed, and he said, "No, I didn't mean that. It's just that I asked you once before, but you seem to have used an amnestic to erase the part of my memory that I asked you about."

"Then I have to listen even more. What other questions can I ask to take the initiative to clear my memory?"

It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die. Seeing him like this, Superman won't stop him. He coughed again and asked seriously: "Is it like this...Me and Louise...Well, anyway, I sometimes use a biological stance to seal off my abilities so she doesn't get hurt. . But I do... uh..."

Diana looked puzzled: "What? Are you talking about a riddle? Why can't I understand a word?"

Batman leaned back in his chair with a mysterious smile on his lips.

The steel skeleton did not move again.

Superman took a deep breath, and he finished what he wanted to say in one breath with the attitude that he was determined to die in the face of Doomsday: "I found that I can't stand Louise without my ability, and she can use up a whole box in one night. …”

"A whole box of what?" Diana was even more confused. She looked at the stunned Cyborg for a while, and then at Batman, who seemed to see through everything. Then he looked at Superman who was lying on the table directly because he said this sentence, and he almost patted the table and asked him what was going on.

"Diana, it's better you don't know about this matter...cough." Batman smiled, then coughed, trying to make his expression serious.

It has to be said that even without a helmet, he is very deterrent when he has a straight face: "My advice is... get used to it."

"What? That's all?"

"Otherwise? You'll either adapt, or secretly let go of your biological stance and use your little Kryptonian abilities. But I have to remind you of one thing, Clark. You're cheating."

Batman was relatively serious at the beginning, but even he couldn't help it when he said the second half of the sentence, and there was a slight smile in his voice.

Cyborg seemed to have recovered from the short circuit, and he stood up agitatedly: "I have high technology, what can make me short circuit! Are you discriminating against robots? And I'm still a black man, even if there is only one left. A little bit too, so you're doubly discriminatory!"

"...Victor, this joke is really not funny," said Superman weakly.

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The meeting ended with Bruce Wayne laughing in his office. He didn't turn on the light, and spun half-circle on the chair. Looking back at the brightly lit Gotham night scene, the joy on his face can be felt without a word.

It's rare that he hardly ever smiles as Batman. As Bruce Wayne, except for a commercial smirk in those social places and when dealing with beauties who took the initiative to post, he basically didn't smile.

But now, he was smiling very happily from the bottom of his heart.

A voice broke his happy time alone: ​​"Does it make you so happy without me~www.novelmt.com~Bruce?"

He had turned into Batman mode after turning his chair, with a straight face, as if the laughing man just now wasn't him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked nonchalantly.

A woman in a straitjacket walked slowly out of the darkness, walking the catwalk, with a graceful figure and a teasing smile on her lips. The whole person's demeanor looks like a black cat.

She lay on Bruce's desk, stretched, and let out a moan: "Well, it's just because I haven't seen you patrolling for a long time, and I'm a little worried about you. But now, it seems that my worry is superfluous. Yes, Batboy."

Bruce sat in the dark, his eyes sparkling in the dark: "You shouldn't have come."

"What? Are you going to hit me? And then throw me in Arkham? Oh my god, that's horrible!" She covered her mouth with a deliberately frightened expression. Very pretentious, but because of her beauty, she looks very cute.

Bruce Wayne took a long breath. He stood up, tore off his shirt and dropped his tie. "Fine...you'll know wrong."